Daffodils

Spring is here!

Or nearly enough, anyway. The weather here is warming up, the days are noticeably longer, Daylight Savings Time has kicked my butt yet again, and GREEN is happening!

GREEN. Bits of grass and the other little plants that make up lawns when they aren't manicured; plants with little ragged leaves and the teeniest little blue flowers you ever saw. 

And flowers! Not at my house yet, I think my planter is too shady still, so I only have the green parts of some daffodils and hyacinths, but I'm looking forward to the blooms!

At Puddin's house, however, her flowers are out and glowing! Look how beautiful!

Daffodils will always remind me of my Nan, because her favorite poem is I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud by William Wordsworth. Nan loves poetry, and loves to recite it at family reunions. I remember one particularly patriotic performance where I don't recall the poem at all, but I do remember she had dressed up as Lady Liberty for the recital! 

Warning: Feels Ahead

I wanted to write about Nan this week, not only because the daffodils are blooming, but also because I want more people to know her. I feel like if more people know her, the more she'll be here. She is still living, but she's not as here as she used to be. Recently she has moved from her home into an assisted living facility because her dementia has progressed to the point where she doesn't even usually know where she is anymore, so she can't take care of herself. 

This also means that her home will be emptied and sold. Puddin' and I, along with many more of Nan's children and grandchildren, have requested certain particular items to keep from the house, but in a few weeks, there will be no more Grandma's House for us. It's an inevitability I've always been conscious of, on some level, but now that it's happening, I find it surreal and upsetting. Another piece of my childhood that I can now only visit in my mind. 

There's probably a lot more I could say.

But I won't, not now. I apologize for the more solemn tone this week, but sometimes life is just solemn. I promise something much more silly next week, so never fear. :)

To wrap up this week's post, here's a video I took a couple of years ago of Nan reciting her favorite poem:

Thanks for reading! Happy Spring!

-Goosey